The Level Nine Gate went out alone, while those high-level Magic Beasts slaughtered ordinary civilians sunk in slumber. For a time, the entire Northwestern Nations were plunged into the black terror of life and death.
For a thousand miles there was no sign of human habitation; smoke billowed, and the land was scarred beyond recognition. This was the current state of the Northwest.
So long as they were intelligent beings, so long as they were beings controlled by the Nightmare, nearly all of them had been purged.
The number of lives in the Northwest plummeted, almost regressing to prehistoric civilization.
After receiving news from the front lines, Dole did not find the situation all that grave.
Even he himself could no longer make sense of his current strength. From August to October, his power had undergone earth-shaking changes. Though his spiritual power had not increased by much, the power he could control had advanced by roughly more than tenfold.
Beside him existed a faint spiritual radiance—the avatar radiance of the Parasol Divine Tree. Standing within Dole's sea of consciousness, the Parasol Divine Tree felt as though he were in the ocean at the very bottom of this world, as tiny as a speck of dust.
Dole's spiritual power was merely a somewhat larger speck of dust.
There were also quite a few rules surrounding their spiritual power. They were the various heaven-and-earth rules that formed the foundation of spiritual power. Without these rules, a living creature's consciousness would not exist.
The foundation of the world was immensely mysterious and immensely complex. There were dozens of underlying rules surrounding the spirit, interwoven with one another until they ultimately formed the thing known as biological thought.
It was a type of electric wave, a type of magnetic field, and even more